100 Years

Who cares if they catch us here…
Who really cares in a 100 years
Like a boy with a girl at the end of a party
Wasting too much time.
Or a girl with a fool at the end of the bar
Bored out of her mind.
Everything’s a process
Everything’s a control
But all of this won’t stop where we belong
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
None of this will matter years from now
Some say that we are born this way…
And some might say that we’re nothing but the choices we’ve made.
Like the feeling in a boy stuck here on a movie star
Wasting all his tears
Like a scene, like a fool, like a girl in the mood…
Clawing at your jeans
Everything’s a process
Everything’s a control
But all of this won’t stop where we belong
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
None of this will matter years from now
I’m not a saint in this life
I’m not a savior in any light
I’m not a saint in this life
I’m not a savior in any light
Everyday we pray for rain
It’s a lonely life,
it’s a waste of your time
Everyday we pray for rain
It’s a lonely life,
it’s a waste of your time
Everything’s a process
Everything’s a control
But all of this won’t stop where we belong
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
None of this will matter years from now
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
None of this will matter years from now